Exchange Is Creation.

Always Our Wars Have Been Our Confessions Of Weakness

My Lifetime Listens To Yours.

The Process Of Writing A Poem Represents Work Done On The Self Of The Poet, In Order To Make Form.

What Would Happen If One Woman Told The Truth About Her Life? The World Would Split Open.

Those Who Speak Of Our Culture As Dead Or Dying Have A Quarrel With Life, And I Think They Cannot Understand Its Terms, But Must Endlessly Repeat The Projection Of Their Own Desires.